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19 April 2013 @ 11:53 pm
Decerto: Road to Freedom  
Title: Decerto: Road to Freedom
Chapter: 24/40 + epilogue
Fandoms: Super Junior, U-Kiss
Pairings: KyuHyun/Zhou Mi, Han Geng/HeeChul, KiBum/SooHyun
Rating: R overall
Warning: AU, violence, angst
Summary: Taking place six years before the events of Decerto, the story of how a human and a slave started a revolution.

By the time tournament season had started, KyuHyun and Zhou Mi were used to the routine their lives had taken. Their mornings and afternoons were taken up by the games. Zhou Mi had put together an amazing opening ceremony for this year, one the crowds seemed to like as the stands filled more than the year before. The shareholders seemed pleased with Zhou Mi's work with the games as well, or at least rarely complained about anything. The crowd finally began responding to KyuHyun's commentary, shouting in reply whenever he asked a question of them. The fighters respected him, those hostile encounters from before decreasing.

It wasn't a lot, but it was enough for now. One step at a time.

KyuHyun watched the two last fighters for the day approach the ring. Two more days, then the pre-tournament would be over. A month to relax before the first round began. Maybe he and Zhou Mi could get out of the city for a while, the sign of all the cement buildings was beginning to make the snake twitchy.

"Fighters take your positions! And begin!" He brought his hand down, and stepped back as the monkey and snake clashed.

Up in the commissioner's box, there was a knock on the door before Han Geng opened it with a smile. "Hey Mi."

"Hey, you're late," Zhou Mi said, looking towards the door with a pout. "I take it the legislation proposal meeting went long? How did it go?"

"It's going to take a bit more work," Han Geng sighed, going to sit down next to HeeChul on the couch. "Senate's slow to pass anything, you know that. Would rather argue themselves blue in the face first. But there's progress." He looked at HeeChul beside him. "Have you been behaving yourself?"

"No, but when do I ever?" HeeChul replied, swinging his legs up onto Han Geng's lap. "I may or may not have got us kicked out of our apartment."

"…Huh?" Han Geng blinked at him, brushing some fluff off HeeChul's pants. "What did you do?"

"I... may have pushed one of the other tenants down," HeeChul said, avoiding looking at Han Geng. "He wouldn't let me on the elevator, what was I supposed to do?"

Han Geng frowned at that, watching HeeChul. "What was he doing? Not opening the gate for you?"

"It was in the lobby, he told me that Signs weren't allowed to use the elevator and I had to use the stairs," HeeChul said. "He stood in front of it and wouldn't let me by... He said Signs shouldn't be allowed in the building at all, that's when I pushed him."

"I've already spoken to the building manager," Zhou Mi said quietly from his chair. "He wasn't happy that HeeChul touched a human, but I think I smoothed things over. You might want to talk to him as well."

Han Geng's lips thinned; the Chinese man had a very low temper most of the time, but it was always clear when he was angry. And now he was angry. "Thank you, Mi. I'll make sure to talk to him. There's absolutely no rule against Signs using the elevator, that's just stupid." He patted HeeChul's knee lightly. "We'll get this sorted out."

"I'm sorry Geng," HeeChul said. It was the only time Zhou Mi had ever seen HeeChul looked actually remorseful for his actions. "I didn't mean to cause trouble... I'm sorry I've put you in this position."

"Don't worry about it," Han Geng sighed, the hard edge to his eyes easing as he smiled at HeeChul. "You wouldn't have had to do anything if there weren't humans like that. Whatever happens, we'll deal with it. I'm just glad you're okay."

HeeChul didn't reply, shifting enough so he could lean against Han Geng, an arm going around the man's waist. Intimate moments like that were few and far between. Zhou Mi rarely saw them so close, or HeeChul looking like he actually needed Han Geng's comfort. He wisely kept any commentary to himself, focusing on the screen where the match was taking place. "This is a long match," he said to ease the tension.

"It is," Han Geng nodded, wrapping his arm around HeeChul and playing with a strand of the other man's hair. "They're fighting their hardest out there." The two fighters looked like they were tiring.

With a well-placed kick, the monkey finally knocked the snake off the platform. KyuHyun smiled; finally he could go back to Zhou Mi. "And the winner of the match is the Lee monkey, HyukJae!" he called loudly to cheers. He turned away from the snake who was picking himself up from the dirt. "Thank you for joining us for another day of matches, we'll pick up again tomorrow at the usual time with—"

"Look out!" HyukJae's shout was the only warning KyuHyun had before something slammed him hard in the back. The snake was knocked right off his feet and off the platform, barely managing to twist around and avoid landing on his face as the breath was knocked out of him.

The crowd roared in disapproval as KyuHyun rolled to the side, coughing as pain spread through his back. He looked up to see the snake who'd lost standing on the platform where he had just stood. One of the large metal rods that secured the platform was in the fighter's hand.

Zhou Mi was on his feet instantly, his expression grim as he swiftly went to the balcony overlooking the arena. Security teams were already entering the arena to subdue the snake who had attacked KyuHyun. After the last incident with the rampaging dragon, Zhou Mi had made sure the security forces reacted much quicker to any problems. And a fighter attacking KyuHyun was a major problem.

Zhou Mi didn't even need to look behind him to know his two assistants had entered the room, awaiting his orders. "Have the owner of that snake brought to me immediately," he said curtly, watching the medical team that had reached KyuHyun. "And find out KyuHyun's condition." The assistants left without a word, closing the door before any of the media got in.

"Why would a fighter intentionally attack KyuHyun?" HeeChul spoke up. "It's not like KyuHyun did anything."

"I don't know any more than you do," Han Geng said quietly, having gotten up to go to the railing. He watched the medic team get KyuHyun onto a stretcher, despite the snake's obvious protesting. One of security had picked up the dropped microphone, the monkey fighter disappearing.

Han Geng watched as the medical team managed to get KyuHyun to the edge of the field before the snake rolled himself off the stretcher, heading for the side door where security had taken his attacker. When he was thwarted from following, he disappeared into the referee room. "I don't think KyuHyun's listening to the medics very well. At least his back doesn't seem to be broken," Han Geng murmured, looking over at Zhou Mi.

Zhou Mi barely heard him, nodding slightly as he reached for his own microphone. He rarely had to make any kind of announcement, that was usually KyuHyun's job. The audience was unhappy, Zhou Mi hoped it was more because KyuHyun had been attacked than anything. "Your attention ladies and gentlemen," he said, the crowd quieting and looking his direction. "My apologies for the rather abrupt end today. The games will continue tomorrow as planned, and let us all hope KyuHyun is well enough to return to the ring tomorrow. Thank you." He turned off the microphone and left the balcony.

"Geng, HeeChul, you two are more than welcome to be somewhere else until I'm finished," Zhou Mi said, taking a seat at his desk. "I'll let you know KyuHyun's condition when I find out more."

Frowning, Han Geng nodded. "Let's go wait outside, HeeChul," he said, one hand against HeeChul's shoulder as he left the room. They passed a man who had to be the other snake's owner, a fidgety fellow in his late thirties.

Before the owner was let in, Zhou Mi had a quick discussion with his two assistants, and the news he heard was not good. Anyone that knew Zhou Mi knew that he was not one to get angry, but KyuHyun's life had been in danger and that was unacceptable. His meeting with the owner was short, loud, and thinly veiled threats of revoking his license and having his assets seized. In retrospect, it probably wasn't the best time for Zhou Mi hand out punishment, but it would serve as a good lesson to any fighting house; KyuHyun was never to be harmed. He threw the man out of his office with a substantial fine and a warning for the future.

Moments later, Zhou Mi was out and heading down to the fighter's wing. He rebuffed all reporters and people trying to get his attention. There was something far more important than soundbites and statements, those could wait. He was needed elsewhere.

A steward led Zhou Mi to the referee's chambers, a room Zhou Mi had only been once before and not a place he liked to think of. The last time he was here, KyuHyun refused to speak to him because he had put KyuHyun's life in danger. Would he get that same treatment now because of this? Knocking on the door, he waited a moment before opening it and slipping inside. "KuiXian?" he said softly, looking around the empty room. "Please come out KuiXian."

The snake's clothes were in a pile on the floor, one sleeve dragged half underneath the cot in the corner. The cot was a new addition to the room; KyuHyun had asked for something more comfortable than a wooden chair to rest on whenever he had a break. Now it looked like someone had tried and failed to budge the heavy thing from the corner. A quiet hiss answered Zhou Mi's plea, coming from under the cot.

Zhou Mi's eyes settled on the cot and he sighed a little, stepping over and kneeling down on the floor. Taking in a deep, calming breath, he peeked under the bed and smiled sadly at the snake coiled up underneath. "Please, KuiXian. It's just me, you can come out and talk to me can't you?"

The snake's tongue tasted the air nervously, head moving back and forth before KyuHyun decided against staying under the cot. Slithering slowly across the floorboards, the reason for the snake's sluggish movement became clear when he was out enough for the excessive bruising along his back to show.

Leaving the cover of the cot just far enough to reach Zhou Mi, KyuHyun bumped his nose against Zhou Mi's hand, tongue flicking out. After a pause, KyuHyun coiled himself around Zhou Mi's arm. He was a large snake; over 4 feet from nose to tip. It took him a minute to get settled while hampered by his injury, body swelling before he exhaled with a puff.

"Oh... KuiXian," Zhou Mi murmured softly, getting to a position where he could sit comfortably. There wasn't much else he could do right then, except comfort KyuHyun as best he could.

KyuHyun didn't even try to move for few minutes, head resting against Zhou Mi's hand and forked tongue tasting the man's skin every now and then. He rarely took his snake form unless he had to shed, meaning even in the almost five years since Zhou Mi bought him, he'd only been around the human as a snake a handful of times.

Some minutes later the snake seemed calmer, if still in pain. Slowly unwinding himself from Zhou Mi's arm, KyuHyun shifted back to his half-form. He winced as he sat up straight.

Zhou Mi didn't give up his hold though, gently pulling KyuHyun to him and cradling him close. "I'm sorry KuiXian," he murmured softly. "When you're ready, we can go."

"Not your fault," KyuHyun sighed, wrapping his arms loosely around the older man and closing his eyes. "That snake was from my clutch, back at the house."

Zhou Mi's eyes widened slightly at that. "He.. was? Then why did he attack you? I know for sure it wasn't at his master's prompting, the man is a spineless toad."

"I don't know, I didn't get a chance to ask," KyuHyun replied. "He was one of the stronger ones in the clutch; I guess he was pissed an asthmatic runt like me got a better spot than him." The snake coughed into his hand.

"Well, you can be sure that I will get to the bottom of that," Zhou Mi said softly. "I gave his owner a reaming, and there will be even more rules about attacking the referee and the punishments for those involved. You're not a runt, you're KuiXian."

The corner of KyuHyun's lips quirked slightly. "I'm both, actually." He opened sapphire eyes to look at Zhou Mi. "Rules won't be able to protect anyone if a fighter decides they don't care about the rules anymore. I forgot about that for a while, but I won't forget again."

"KuiXian... you don't have to continue if you don't want to," Zhou Mi said, touching a finger to his jaw. "We'll find someone else... I don't think I can take it if you were to be harmed again."

"I'm not going to chicken out now," KyuHyun replied, covering Zhou Mi's hand. "I'm finally getting somewhere with the fighters, and the crowd's actually starting to listen to me now. Where would we be if we had to start over with someone new?"

"You would be safe, that's the important thing," Zhou Mi said, his eyes big and worried. "You're absolutely sure you want to continue?"

"I'm sure," KyuHyun chuckled, wincing a little as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to the Chinese man's lips. "I'll just not be stupid and put my back to a pissed off fighter next time."

"That's probably a good idea," Zhou Mi replied. He ran a hand through KyuHyun's hair, patting it down a little. "I want you to see the medic while I talk to the media, okay? No arguments."

"But I don't want any of those people near me," KyuHyun grumbled unhappily. "First person to bring out any needles is getting bit, I swear…"

"KuiXian..." Zhou Mi chided him gently, a rumble of laughter in his chest. "Do it for me. Set my mind at ease that I won't break one of your ribs if I hug you too tightly."

"Are you sure? The expression on your face would be priceless." KyuHyun grunted in pain as he pulled away to stand, picking up his clothes. He wasn't exactly steady on his feet, sitting down on the cot to get his pants on.

"... You want to be in that kind of pain just to see the expression I would have?" Zhou Mi blinked at him, rising up to his feet. "Are you going to the medic?"

"Yes, yes, I'm not going there naked," KyuHyun said, moving slowly. "Am I going to find you in the commissioner's office after?"

"Yes, I'll be there waiting for you," Zhou Mi said. "We'll have to reschedule dinner with Geng and HeeChul though, I don't think you'll be in the mood for any company but mine tonight."

"Not really," the snake looked up at him. "I'll be up there as soon as the medics let me."

"Okay, and no biting," Zhou Mi pointed at him as he went to the door. He let the guard standing outside know the plan, and to escort KyuHyun where he needed to go. He hated seeing KyuHyun injured in any way, and once more he was reminded just how real all of this was for them. That KyuHyun would risk his life for this cause was more than Zhou Mi could ever ask of any one, especially someone that he loved.

The walk back up to his office was short, Zhou Mi forever grateful for his assistants who kept an eagle eye on the media circling about. He gave a brief statement to the reporters gathered, not answering any questions and assured them that it wouldn't happen again and that it was dealt with. In his office, he slumped over in his chair and let his head fall onto the desk with a thump. Despite all his plans, he really wasn't made for this job and everything it came with. It was too much.

The door to the office opened again, Han Geng peering in. "Mi?" He stepped inside with HeeChul, eyes worried. "And? How is he?"

"Alive, and complaining," Zhou Mi said, lifting his head up and leaning back in his chair. "He'll be fine... I hope. He's getting checked by the medics right now."

"Any idea why that fighter attacked him?" HeeChul asked, resuming his seat on the couch and settling in.

"No... but KuiXian says they're from the same clutch," Zhou Mi said, lips pursed. "Geng, do you think it's worth me pursuing why it happened?"

"They're from the same clutch?" Han Geng blinked, thinking about that. After a moment he sighed. "I wouldn't say so. Word's gotten out by now that the referee isn't to be harmed, and breeding house conditions are so deplorable nothing surprises me about them anymore. Unless KyuHyun insists on finding out, I don't think it would be worth it."

Zhou Mi thought about that, nodding in agreement as he sighed. "Okay, I'll let it go for now. I made it very clear to the owner of that snake that nothing like that is to ever happen again. I'm actually surprised it hasn't happened sooner, some of the house owners don't like me or my new rules and try to test me to see if I'll stick to them. Hopefully this will serve as a lesson to any of them; don't cross me."

"Or rather, don't mess with KyuHyun," Han Geng smiled. "Are you alright Mi? You look like you could use a couple days rest yourself."

"I am tired, but it's more my spirit is tired than anything," Zhou Mi said. "This job.. as important as it is, it's draining me. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to keep this up. It's so very worth it to be here and do what we're doing, but it's not easy. I knew going in that progress would be slow, but I feel like I'm a snail barely off the starting line."

Han Geng shook his head, standing behind Zhou Mi's chair and slowly massaging his shoulders. "You're already making great improvements here, Mi. Maybe you can't see it because you're so close to the problem, watching Signs fight every day. But from year to year, there's been a great improvement in the tournament. And it'll keep on getting better."

"I hope you're right Geng, I really do," Zhou Mi said, closing his eyes. His shoulders relaxed a little, feeling the tension ease a little from Han Geng's hands.

"Of course he is, Geng's always right," HeeChul said. "Except of course when he's wrong... but he's right about this."

"Thank you, HeeChul," Han Geng chuckled, focusing on what he was doing.

It was half an hour before there was a knock on the door. Han Geng went to open it, and stepped back out of the way as the guard who had been escorting KyuHyun stepped in. Except the snake was now slung over one shoulder.

"The doctor wants me to tell you, keep him on bed rest for a couple days and give him these if he's in pain or tries to squirm out of it." The guard placed a bottle of painkillers on Zhou Mi's desk. "Bruised ribs and a torn ligament. He's on muscle relaxers right now and babbling about books and daffodils."

"... Well, I guess we're going home now," Zhou Mi blinked a little. "I'm sorry Geng, we'll have to reschedule dinner for when KuiXian's... feeling better." He said, patting Han Geng's hands in thank you for the massage as he got to his feet. "If he has bruised ribs, why are you holding him like that? Take him to my car... you two can show yourself out?"

"Sure... you mind if I raid the liquor cabinet?" HeeChul said as Zhou Mi followed the guard towards the door.

"Yes, yes, fine," Zhou Mi clearly wasn't listening, gathering up his things so he could leave.

"Leave the liquor alone HeeChul," Han Geng chuckled. "We'll pick up some on the way home if you want." He held out his hands to help HeeChul off the couch.

"But it's free," HeeChul pointed out, taking the other man's hands and getting to his feet. "So I guess we're on our own for dinner. You know what that means right?"

"I'm not sure, what does that mean?" Han Geng smiled, heading to the door.

"It means you're making me dinner and giving me a massage," HeeChul said, glancing at Han Geng out of the corner of his eye. "Better than the one you were giving stick legs."

"I can do that," the other man laughed as they left the office. "You weren't jealous, were you?"

"I will never be jealous of stick legs," HeeChul said, keeping his voice down. "I won."

"Won?" That confused Han Geng. "Won what, exactly?"

"Nothing," HeeChul shook his head, looking down when they were getting too close to other people for them to continue the conversation. That of course rankled HeeChul to no end. He didn't like that he couldn't speak his mind or talk to Han Geng like he wanted to in public.

Han Geng frowned slightly, sighing as he focused on just getting them out of the crowd of people. Reaching the streets outside, he waved down a taxi and got in, telling the driver their address.

"Won what?" he asked the question again once they were on their way back home.

HeeChul rolled his eyes, getting comfortable. "You, you idiot," he said quietly, glancing at the driver. "I won you."

The Chinese man's eyes softened. "There was never any contest." He lightly covered HeeChul's hand with his own, out of sight of the driver.

"There was too," HeeChul shook his head. "You chose me over him, despite what I am and how good your standing would be if you were with him. Can you imagine how powerful you would be right now if you were dating the games commissioner? You'd have every senator at your beck and call."

"I don't want to date the games commissioner though," Han Geng replied. "The only person I've ever wanted is my beautiful, sharp-tongued rooster."

"And that's why I won," HeeChul sniffed, looking at the cab window. "Doesn't mean I don't think you could have had a great life with Zhou Mi though. Sometimes I really think you're an idiot for choosing a rooster, even if we are the best."

"If you're the best, why would I be an idiot?" The human asked, smiling as he closed his eyes and made himself comfortable in the seat.

"Because you are," HeeChul muttered. "A big, soft-hearted idiot who cooks me good food and keeps me happy and gets nothing back except for snark and good sex. Is that an even trade?"

"Don't forget the occasional feather when you forget to keep them tucked away," Han Geng cracked one eye open, amused. "I think a few more feathers would make it even."

HeeChul made a face at him. "Are you saving my feathers? You're not just an idiot, you're a weirdo. Who does that?"

"I don't see them often enough," Han Geng laughed. "I think…three times, in how many years? Am I really dating a rooster?"

"Do you really want feathers all over your apartment?" HeeChul said, nudging at him to keep it down. "Feather's are uncomfortable and itchy in half-form, and I'd be afraid I'd get caught and cooked for dinner if I went full rooster."

"The only one around to see you would be me, and for the hassle I'd rather just buy my food," Han Geng nudged HeeChul back. "I just see KyuHyun around all the time in his half-form, and wonder what I'm doing wrong that you're not comfortable enough to do the same."

"...What?" HeeChul's attention snapped to Han Geng at that, a sincere expression on his face for once. "You're not doing anything wrong Geng... I'm comfortable with you. Would you really want me in half form all the time? It's not a pretty sight."

"You're right, it's not pretty." Han Geng looked up at HeeChul. "It's beautiful."

"Now you're just being sappy," HeeChul wrinkled his nose. "No, I'm a walking feather duster and leave feather's everywhere. I've got feathers all over my arms and it makes wearing clothes difficult."

"Then I'll buy you special clothes," Han Geng smiled. "There's a solution for everything, including not having to wear clothes at all when we're alone. Just don't answer the door."

"If I were to walk around without any clothes on, feathers or no feathers, you would have a hard time concentrating," HeeChul said, giving him a level look. "I'm happy the way I am Geng, let's just leave it at that."

"Okay, I'm sorry," Han Geng backed down, realizing he was pushing too hard. Seeing they had reached the apartment, he paid the driver before getting out. "Massage or dinner first?"

"Dinner first," HeeChul said, climbing out after him. "Then massage. Or massage with dinner. We'll see."

"Alright," the other man chuckled. "Either way, I have to work on dinner first." He was glad to see no sign of their neighbors as they approached the elevator, but that made him think. "Oh…I have to go speak with the landlord. Are you okay to head up first? I'll be there in a few minutes."

"... No," HeeChul said, eyeing the elevator warily. "I don't want to get in trouble again... just... go up with me first okay?"

Blinking, Han Geng smiled sadly. "Of course." He stepped into the elevator, one arm around HeeChul's waist as he closed the gate and pressed the button for their floor.

"I'm sorry I pushed that guy," HeeChul said sullenly. "I don't want us to get kicked out... I like it here."

"Don't be sorry, he deserved it," Han Geng shook his head. "I'll speak with the landlord about it, and it'll be fine."

"Do you go around pushing people because they deserve it?" HeeChul remarked, looking up at him. He stepped off the elevator when the gate opened, looking back at Han Geng. "It's not what people do... being violent and hurting others. It's what animals do."

"Hey…you're not an animal," Han Geng said quietly, watching him get out. "And don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You're HeeChul, and HeeChul doesn't stand for stupid people. Everyone has their limit."

HeeChul's lip quirked a little, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Hurry up, I'm getting hungry," he said, turning to go into the apartment.

Sighing, Han Geng closed the gate and headed back down to the lobby. The meeting with the landlord was short, the Chinese man saying what he needed to in order for them to keep their apartment. He apologized for HeeChul, but also tried to bring up his concerns about Sign safety in the building. He was fully aware he was treading on thin ice as it was, and didn't push the matter…for now.

He wouldn't always be so powerless. Sooner or later, he'd have laws in place to protect Signs throughout the city. He just wished it would be sooner, rather than later.

Finally heading back up to their floor, Han Geng paused for a moment out in the hallway to compose himself before heading into the apartment. "Your chef has returned," he said, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Good, what are you making me?" HeeChul asked, sprawled out on the couch. "Did the meeting go okay? We're not getting kicked out right?"

"No, we're still here," Han Geng chuckled, glad to see the familiar sight. "What do you want? The usual?" He kicked off his shoes and headed into the kitchen, dropping his jacket on the back of a chair.

"Surprise me," HeeChul replied, sitting up and resting his chin on the back of the couch to watch Han Geng. "While you were sucking up to the landlord, I was thinking about something. Zhou Mi's been doing all this work for Signs rights. He worked at the college to get students thinking about it. Students are great and all, but they're not really the power in the country and won't do much. Maybe in the long run, but not within the next couple of years."

"That's true," Han Geng nodded, moving around in the kitchen and pulling things out of the cupboards as he needed them. "Unfortunately, because they're the easiest ones to talk to. What are you suggesting?"

"Well... like I said, Zhou Mi has the most influence and power when it comes to the games," HeeChul mused. "And then there's you in the senate and you have a number of connections... so you and stick legs would be considered part of upper level society now right?"

"I suppose so?" Han Geng looked over at him. "I never really stopped to think about it like that, it was just our goal to get in influential places so we could change things…as slow as that's going right now."

"Right, because neither of you are really using this status to its potential," HeeChul said. "I'm just a slave, but even I know that it's people like you and Mi who set the standard for public opinion. You say something to someone at a party, and then they tell their friends, and their friends tell people at work, and before you know it you've got half the city thinking top hats and bow ties are the next fashion trend."

Blinking, Han Geng paused. "I'm not sure if top hats will ever be a fashion trend, but…I'd have to talk to Mi about that. A party, that's a good idea. We'd have to be careful what we say still; too obvious, and we'll be ousted from our positions."

"I'm sure a great politician like yourself can bring it up in a tactful way," HeeChul said. "I'd say... you and Mi could have a very animated discussion about Signs, let other people make of it what they will and get people talking about it."

"There's an idea. I'll bring it up to him, once KyuHyun's better." Han Geng went back to making dinner. "All the other senators would have to be there for certain…" He hummed a little to himself, thinking about it.

"Yeah... it sounds like it would be a lot of fun," HeeChul said, watching him. "Sometimes I wish I could see you in action. Being a hot shot politician, getting into political debates... you probably look hot while doing it."

"I'm not hot otherwise? That hurts," Han Geng laughed, glancing over at HeeChul. He had water boiling for noodles in no time, making the sauce. "One day. I'm not going to be giving up politics until I can make a real difference here."

"Of course you're always hot," HeeChul rolled his eyes. "I just mean... you in your suit and tie, getting up in front of all those other senators, being commanding... it's a side I don't see of you."

"You could always join me in the senate one day…a few others bring Signs with them, it wouldn't look out of place. You could pretend to be my secretary or something," Han Geng replied. "Though you'd probably get bored fast of all the arguing."

"I wouldn't get bored, I'd get annoyed that I wouldn't be able to speak my mind," HeeChul said. "You don't want me going there, you know how I am. I'd embarrass you."

"You're not embarrassing," Han Geng shook his head. "But you're right…it wouldn't feel right not being able to talk like this while there." He closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. "One day." He had to keep telling himself that.

"That means I wouldn't be going to a party either," HeeChul said, looking away. "Does it ever feel like you live two different lives Geng? In your real life, your normal life you go out and have lunch dates with politicians and have friends who don't know who you sleep with at night. Then you come home to me, and we try to play house all the while keeping it a secret from the rest of the world. Doesn't anyone ask if you're married or seeing someone?"

"Sometimes." Han Geng said quietly, fingers curling against the counter. "But this is my real life…you're part of my real life, a very important part."

HeeChul quietly got up to his feet, padding over to where Han Geng was in the kitchen. "I hate this," he said, wrapping his arms around Han Geng's waist from behind, resting his cheek against the man's back.

The human ducked his head a little. "We'll get through this," Han Geng murmured, voice scratchy. "No matter how long it takes, we'll get through this."

"At what cost?" HeeChul said quietly. "This is why I didn't want us to be together... not when it hurts so much."

"Are you saying you regret this?" Han Geng asked, not looking over his shoulder at the rooster.

"Yes... no, sometimes," HeeChul replied, his grip tightening on Han Geng's waist. "I don't regret us when it's just you and me and we're laughing and not thinking about anything else. But when we're out in public, and I have to walk two steps behind you with my head down... I regret it. I regret you tying yourself to me and having to lie to the rest of the world."

Han Geng slowly turned around to face HeeChul. His eyes were overly bright with unshed tears. "I never regretted this," he whispered, lips brushing against HeeChul's forehead. "I never regretted you."

"I know," HeeChul murmured, trying to bury himself in Han Geng's chest. "We knew this wouldn't be easy... but the articles about you and Mi don't make it any easier on me."

"Which…?" Han Geng's brow furrowed for a moment. "Oh…you mean the media thinking we're seeing each other." His arms wrapped tightly around HeeChul. "You know that's not true."

"Well, not anymore," HeeChul said, looking up at him. "But if you were to make a statement to the press about it, and they asked you if you were really seeing someone, what would you say?"

"I'd tell them I am, and who it is can't be disclosed at this time," Han Geng sighed softly. "I'm a politician, I'm good at dodging questions. And…I don't want it to be known until this is off." His fingers brushed lightly over the rooster's soft leather collar. "Until we're finally equals."

"I just don't want it found out and your career is over," HeeChul said, lifting his hand to take HanGeng's. "That I think would be worse than you deciding you didn't want me anymore."

"I told you." Han Geng clasped HeeChul's hand firmly. "Whatever happens, we'll deal with it. I'm not letting you go, ever."

HeeChul didn't respond right away, his expression guarded before it softened and he smiled. "Except to save my dinner," he said, nodding towards the boiling over noodles.

"Hm?" Han Geng looked over, blinking. "Oh!" He released HeeChul to pull the top off the pot, grabbing a spoon and stirring the noodles until it stopped boiling over. The human sighed, wiping his eyes quickly before looking back at HeeChul. "It'll…still be a few more minutes."

"No hurry," HeeChul said, chuckling a little as he went back to the couch. "I'll just be here, wasting away from hunger," he said, dramatically flopping onto the couch.

Han Geng smiled again at that, shaking his head. "It'll be worth the wait, trust me." He turned back to what he had been doing, trying to forget about the conversation that had just passed.
TakaGacktHydetakagackthyde on April 20th, 2013 05:55 am (UTC)
i love the hanchul pairing. although i do wish chullie would show his rooster side for hangeng more often.

and dude kyuhyun's finally in his snake form. i loved it ^^
연아 (YeonAh): HeeChul - DivaChul~yeonah on April 21st, 2013 02:07 am (UTC)
Lolol Han Geng wishes HeeChul showed his rooster side more often too =P

Thank you for commenting!!
Amaranth Pearbuckleapearbuckle19 on April 20th, 2013 08:19 am (UTC)
The Great Pooba Feather Duster must've watched the tooth fairy one night or something and passed down through the lineages that we give them dust and want feathers in return. Swifter Duster is awesomeness.

I love the whole scenario w/Kyuhyun. It was surprising, but well done. Kyuhyun as a snake was lovely, though him babbling about flowers and books had me grinning.

Kevin's kissing ... that riled me right up. I was so mad at him. He goes on about wanting to be equal then makes that move knowing. .. bleh. Not happy with him at all right now.
연아 (YeonAh): KyuHyun - Snoopy Shirt!yeonah on April 21st, 2013 02:11 am (UTC)
LOL That mental image...instead of tooth fairies, feather fairies. Love it.

And KyuHyun doesn't make much sense on drugs XDD He's probably lucky that's all he was babbling about, there are worse subjects.

Kevin = KiBum? And lol KiBum's...his heart's in the right place, but he also comes from a place of high privilege, and never really associated with slaves outside those in his family. He has issues, many of them /o\
the detachment of dreams and reality resemble youryeouknim on April 23rd, 2013 09:24 am (UTC)
I wrote a very long comment.... And it was deleted damn.

Anyway these two chapters hurt :(( like one thing goes wrong, everything follows. I think it's too early for kibum and soohyun to be kissing... When Kyu and Mi kissed, they went back to being nothing (kinda nicely after ignoring each other). And the 'one minute' seemed wrong... Sobs

I used to love all the snakes, Saeng and Kyuhyun! (Except the one who ate Kyujong) and now this snake tsk so uncool.

And that person whi made heechul feel so insecure, i raise my middle finger to you.